My granny (in her 90s) invited me over for dinner tonight. My entire family are leave voters and it's put a strain on our relationship for sure.
Anyway, I'd been there for 30 minutes and she launched into a diatribe about the EU, immigration, black people, foreign doctors working in the NHS etc etc; holy shit I was furious listening to her and about ready to walk out.
Eventually she noticed I was angry and changed the subject on to asking about my husband's visa application. Yes, I'm married to a forriner. Only he's not so bad because he's white and from a commonwealth country. The irony!
I was still silently seething when I left. She wanted to know when I'd next visit. 